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Saturday, January 16, 2016

When
Reese Temple applied at The Other World agency she thought it was going
to be working as an assistant. Instead she has three men at her door
claiming that she is their mate.Dillon,
Oliver and Ryan are part of a declining shifter race of lions, they
need a mate. Their last resort is human females. But what they didn't
count on is that they want Reese heart, body and soul.

“We look exactly alike.”
Reese said. “How do I know that you’re choosing me because you can't have her?”

Oliver strode right in
front of her and stopped. “Because not once with her was I tempted to do this.”
Placing his hands on her waist he brought her up against his body and kissed her.

Reese stiffened for a
second before returning his kiss. His tongue opened her mouth and surged
inside. Her hands moved across his chest, finding out for herself that the hair
that covered it was just as soft as it looked.

Lifting his head he
stared into her eyes. “There is no doubt in my mind that you belong with us.
Ever since I saw you on the phone, I dreamt of you in our bed. Fucking you in
every position known, and maybe inventing a few different ones.” He said, his
lips moved down her neck. His tongue had the roughness of a cat's tongue. Her
pussy flooded at the sensation. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel
like between her thighs.

“You want us too. I saw
it in your eyes when we arrived at your apartment.” Oliver stepped away. She
saw that he was holding his lion tightly checked. “Tell me Reese, did you dream
of us too?”

In those breathless moments between pleasure
and pain lie the most poignant truths…

I have signed myself over to The Training House: my
devotion, my obedience, my body. It is what I have always yearned for—to lose
myself in powerlessness. To be made
to. But this place is more than anyone could possibly prepare for, especially
the Master of the House. He is too stunning, too commanding, bringing out a
yearning for submission in ways I have never imagined, and I am lost in nearly
unbearable desire. He uses my body until he brings me to tears, then
tenderly wipes them away, enslaving me to him instantly, body and soul. I
cannot imagine existing without him, without his wicked touch, his strict and
sensual command…

Until I meet another slave, and he changes the game of kink
for me forever. How can I decide what my heart wants most, without risking
losing it all?

WARNING::These books contains material that may be
difficult to read about and/or cause triggers for some readers, including
consensual non-consent and other scenes that could be disturbing. Do NOT try
this at home!

The Training House

Contract and Agreement for
Servitude

Terms of Agreement

I, ______________________, being of sound
mind and body, do hereby agree and pledge myself in entirety as personal slave
and property to The Training House as the Master of the House sees fit to use
for a period of one year, to commence on _________ and to end on _________. I do this
without reservations or stipulations, and without recourse or right of
revocation. I have been informed and understand that I will not be harmed or
have any permanent damage done to my body or mental well-being, nor shall any
of my personal property be subject to ownership or use by The Training House,
its Master, or any associates. I pledge under the terms of this contract my
body, my obedience and my deep desire to
serve.

I understand and agree to all terms within this contract.
Terms are as follows:

1)I will remain naked while within The Training House or
other outside facilities the Master of the House may visit or send me to.

2)I may be sent to outside locations and/or lent to other
Masters, Mistresses or Trainers at the Master’s discretion. I
pledge the same obedience to them as I do to The Training House under the terms
of this contract.

3)I will be collared, cuffed, shackled or bound by any
variety of means as the Master of the House or his associates see fit. Restraints
will always be used in a safe manner.

4)I may be subject to piercings of the nipples and/or
genitalia, to be performed only by a
licensed piercer, including the Master himself.

5)I will be subject to branding with the house crest only if
it is agreed upon by both parties at the term of this contract or any future
existing contract that I remain in permanent service to The Training House.

6)I will be subject to sadomasochistic activities at the
discretion of the Master and his associates, including various types of impact,
impalement and use of any orifice for pain or pleasure, electrical stimulation,
canes, whips, and implements which may
scratch and/or open the skin. Any bleeding, open wounds or heavy bruising will
receive appropriate medical attention by the House nurse or attending EMT.

7)I will be subject to humiliation, degradation, loss of
personal identity.

8)I will have no rights as an individual, or freedom to make
decisions.

9)I will remain silent unless commanded to speak.

10)I will accept without question or resistance any and all
punishments or discipline the Master of the House or his associates deems necessary
or desirable.

11)I am charged to learn all the ways in which I may please
the Master of the House and his associates.

12)I will have no control over my orgasms, which will be given
or denied at the whim of the Master of the House or his associates. I agree to
never pleasure myself, saving my pleasure for the Master’s use.

I hereby certify
that I am in excellent health, and had my last medical exam on ______. Paperwork to
verify the state of my health will be supplied upon signing this contract. I
furthermore agree that I may be subject to medical examination and treatment for
my safety and for the safety of those I come into contact with, or purely for
the Master’s pleasure. I also have supplied information regarding
possible personal triggers any of the above activities might prompt. The Master agrees to ensure my body is kept in good
health by means of diet, rest and exercise.

If at any time
before the end of the contracted period the Master of The Training House is not
pleased with my performance, obedience, ability to give pleasure or to endure
his preferred treatment of me, he may decide to revoke this agreement, at which
time I am released from the terms of this contract.

I affix my
signature willingly and without any duress or under any threat of harm.

Lying back on my hard pallet, I
stare up at the ceiling, at the dust motes dancing in the dim ray of sunlight
coming through the damask curtains. I take in a breath, hold it for a beat,
exhale slowly, then do it again. I try to let my mind empty, but the only time
it’s not spinning in some mad mind fuck is when I am in service. When I’m being
beaten or restrained. That’s when I can let my ego go, when I become nothing to
the point where my silly little worries or endless loops from my childhood stop
whirling through my brain and I can just
be.

I am thinking of Master Graham. Does
he miss me? I like to think so, which feels a bit childish, since I’m the one
who ultimately chose to leave. I inhale, imagine his scent: lemongrass soap and
a touch of cherry smoke from the pipeful of tobacco he allowed himself once a
week. It is the smell of comfort. Of kink, yes, but not enough protocol for me.
I am safe only when I know I am trapped. He kept me safe for a while, but I
needed so much more. To be taken to these frightening heights in order to feel
utterly powerless—to know that I am.
It is a place out of his reach, and therefore out of mine if I’d stayed with
him. But I miss him. I miss him, and yet…

I take in another breath, breathing
through the butterflies that have been beating their wings in my stomach every
waking moment since I saw him yesterday. The Master. My Master.

My
Master.

Oh
yes.

Lust floods me: nipples and pussy,
stomach and limbs. Every soft, fleshly part of my body is full and plush
suddenly, swollen with the need for his touch. I know better than to touch
myself—that is absolutely forbidden and one of the first things a slave learns.
No, we are meant to suffer in our desires, and our suffering is beautiful. It’s
this place getting inside my head, into my body, as much as it is him, I think. The restrictions, the
inflexible rules. The contract. So darkly threatening, all of it, which is
exactly what I’ve dreamed of, exactly what a slave training house is for. But
there is no way to prepare for this, even if you think you know what you’re
getting yourself into. And then the Master has to be so beautiful! I suffer for
his handsome face, his enigmatic, powerful presence. His big black boots.

I am suffering now, and I have no
idea how much longer this will go on, when he’ll call for me again. It could be
in five minutes. This evening. A week. I know nothing. But that’s part of
it—knowing nothing, deciding nothing, ultimately being nothing. I am here to be
completely broken down, and I know it. I want it.Which is perhaps the biggest mind fuck of
all.